power

Let us be aware of our power to create a dream of heaven where everything is possible. Help us to use our imagination to guide the dream of our life, the magic of our creation. Today let something extraordinary happen that will change our life forever; let everything we do and say be an expression of the beauty in our heart, always based on love

Man has free right to choose his own actions, but he must balance those actions with equal and opposite reactions until he learns that God’s one law must be obeyed. This God holds inviolate. The whole purpose of life is to learn how to manifest God in Truth and the Law. The lesson is a hard one but man, himself, makes it hard by his unknowing of the law. As man gradually knows his purpose and the law by knowing God in him, life becomes more and more beautiful, and man more powerful in his manifestation of power. Man’s power lies in giving. He must learn to give as Nature gives. Each half of a cycle eternally gives to the other half for re-giving. Nature forever unfolds into many for the purpose of refolding into one. Each individual must manifest this universal law. The desire of some so-called “apron string” parents to run their children’s lives for them, often claiming that they have sacrificed their very own lives for them, are taking from their children – not giving. They are taking away the initiative children need to complete their own cycles: they must live their own lives for themselves. Man must know the principle of Creation: giving between each interchanging opposite half of each cycle for the purpose of repeating its giving. This is universal law and each individual must manifest this law. Man will forever war with man until he learns to give his all with the full expectation of equal receiving, and never taking that which is not given as an earned reward for his giving.

It is foolish thing to take credit for a matter over which we have no control. We never created this intelligence. It is given to us. This body is granted to us. So, while we have no control over the body or knowledge of the brain, we are still ready to take credit for any discovery we make. It is for this reason that I say in every book I have written that whatever I say is not from me but from a power above and beyond. I am merely the instrument. In that sense we all are instruments of a higher power.

Like it or not -- and often we don't -- power is a pervasive phenomenon. From midnight decisions in the Oval Office that risk the lives of young Americans to quarrels over the kitchen table, power is part of every human equation. Yes, it can be -- and often is -- abused, in business as in all arenas of endeavor. But it can also be used to do great good for great numbers. And as a career-building tool, the slow and steady (and subtle) amassing of power is the surest road to success.

Rolodex power. Your power is almost directly proportional to the thickness of your Rolodex, and the time you spend maintaining it. Put bluntly the most potent people I've known have been the best networkers -- they "know everybody from everywhere" and have just been out to lunch with most of them.

One reason (among many) that women may well take over the world of "virtual enterprises" is that they seem to have a greater instinct for networking. And the unfettered-by-machismo males who have taken to networking will do better than those who shun it as "sissy stuff." But truth is, it has always been the age of "networkers"; and in an era where organizations depend more and more on tenuously connected outsiders to get the job done, it will only become so.

“Knowledge has always been important, of course. The ancient Egyptians did not raise the stones for the pyramids relying on the incantations of their gods. The waters in the irrigation canals of the great Indus Civilisation did not flow according to the laws of ignorance. Knowledge has always been power and wealth.”

Your blood runs muddled, My polyglot, From Dutch and English And Welsh and Scot; But to honor you In this year of shame, We have named you DAVID A Jewish name. Upon your hand-- A scant inch long-- We lay the sense Of your brother’s wrong. To this frail case Of gristle and skin We trust the fortunes of all your kin-- Your Negro brother, Your brother the Jew-- Of all who suffer From being few.

In cruel times For a child to share Your mother has dropped you Well aware That flesh must carry The mind’s high stake, Since the world we have Is the world we make.

Let nothing rob you Of discontent. Your thin, first protest Was early spent-- A cradle tempest, Not loud, not long-- But your puny anger Will yet be strong; And we bid you nurse it, While we nurse you, To turn on Gentiles Who hate the Jew, On gentlemen Who in pride of race Would burn black problems They dare not face. Poor and lucky, We can ill afford A silver spoon Or a silver cord; But your name is David-- We bring you, instead, One smooth flat stone From the clean brook bed, And with this for a birthright May you, at length, Have little of comfort Much of strength, We could wish you homeless Under a ledge With a mind that burns Through the skull’s thin edge-- Better so, In the steely rain, Than plump and cozy In belly and brain.

For there’s work to be done And all’s not well. The giants we fostered Are yours to fell. The peace we squandered Is yours to win, By anger flashed outward And hate held in. Let these be single When each is great; Anger blown clear Of the coals of hate-- Keep hate for ideas, Anger for men, Now the fools of evil Are loose again. And when metals cancel And wits lock fast One smooth flat stone Can win at the last, Through fear and the will To master fear With the sling of David.